The two quickly find the warehouse- a decrepit structure with rust and ivy creeping across all of its outside surfaces. There is a distinctive smell of paint in the air around the building.
They both stalk their way inside, slowly opening the first unlocked door they find, led by the sister, the brother keeping his hand on the hilt of his blade, prepared to strike anything down that they may find.
They don't find a single unlocked door, though there is an open window that lets them enter with only some climbing necessary. Inside the warehouse, the smell of paint is far stronger than it was before. There are several more animated mannequins inside that all just... stare, same as the one outside the building. Sitting at a table in the center of the giant space, listening to the radio's music and faintly humming to the tune as she works, is KK- who doesn't notice the two just yet.
The sisters goes to one of the doors, producing thieves tools and beginning to pick the lock while the other keeps watch. Once the locks are undone they both make their way through the warehouse, approaching KK before the brother politely taps them on the shoulder, "Excuse me?"
She turns around, looking up at the two with multiple emerald eyes- and her creations that surround her also look right at them. "Oh, hello there. What is it?" She responds, a grin creeping up the sides of her face.
The brother steps back, slightly unnerved by the grin for a moment before asking "Ummm, we are both new to town, and wondering if you were someone... how do I say this..." The sister interrupts "Are you evil? Because the mannequins make you seem evil."
She is silent for a moment, her smile dropping. "Evil? No, not really- not to my knowledge, anyway. Unless making art is evil now, which would certainly be a shame." The mannequins continue to silently observe.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm always down to rp, and I actually have the time to now.*
*Would you pick characters please, I don't feel like picking. I'm sorry.*
*Don't be sorry, The Brand and Samaritan if you would.*
Sparrow is having a smoke out in front of the tavern, looking to the cloudy sky, tapping the cherry of his infernal cigarette occasionally. He has his gloves, as well as his ring on, Rosemary at his side like always, his hat on the chair next to him as his hair blows in the soft breeze.
Geralt is standing outside of the restaurant, staring into the middle distance, that strange mix of love and hate in his eyes once more. The broken sword dangles from the chain, his arms limp, the blade seeming to flicker with some kind of heat, like hellfire.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She is silent for a moment, her smile dropping. "Evil? No, not really- not to my knowledge, anyway. Unless making art is evil now, which would certainly be a shame." The mannequins continue to silently observe.
The sister slaps the brother on the back of the head, to watch he groans "Told you they weren't evil. You never listen do you?" The brother just holds his head, annoyed as the sister reaches out a hand, her smile friendly "I am Juliette, and this is Jacque."
*I'm always down to rp, and I actually have the time to now.*
*Would you pick characters please, I don't feel like picking. I'm sorry.*
*Don't be sorry, The Brand and Samaritan if you would.*
Sparrow is having a smoke out in front of the tavern, looking to the cloudy sky, tapping the cherry of his infernal cigarette occasionally. He has his gloves, as well as his ring on, Rosemary at his side like always, his hat on the chair next to him as his hair blows in the soft breeze.
Geralt is standing outside of the restaurant, staring into the middle distance, that strange mix of love and hate in his eyes once more. The broken sword dangles from the chain, his arms limp, the blade seeming to flicker with some kind of heat, like hellfire.
The Brand walks out from the town, heading for the tavern. "Hello again." He nods.
Samaritan walks up beside him, smoking a cigar "You okay?"
*I'm always down to rp, and I actually have the time to now.*
*Would you pick characters please, I don't feel like picking. I'm sorry.*
*Don't be sorry, The Brand and Samaritan if you would.*
Sparrow is having a smoke out in front of the tavern, looking to the cloudy sky, tapping the cherry of his infernal cigarette occasionally. He has his gloves, as well as his ring on, Rosemary at his side like always, his hat on the chair next to him as his hair blows in the soft breeze.
Geralt is standing outside of the restaurant, staring into the middle distance, that strange mix of love and hate in his eyes once more. The broken sword dangles from the chain, his arms limp, the blade seeming to flicker with some kind of heat, like hellfire.
The Brand walks out from the town, heading for the tavern. "Hello again." He nods.
Samaritan walks up beside him, smoking a cigar "You okay?"
He sighs, blowing smoke into the air before holding up one for them "We ain't friends, but I got one ta spare." He continues to look into the distance.
His head tilts before twisting towards them, a mad grin on their face, their eyes burning with hellfire "I'm sorry, Geralt isn't in right now, call back another time." They cackle.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She is silent for a moment, her smile dropping. "Evil? No, not really- not to my knowledge, anyway. Unless making art is evil now, which would certainly be a shame." The mannequins continue to silently observe.
The sister slaps the brother on the back of the head, to watch he groans "Told you they weren't evil. You never listen do you?" The brother just holds his head, annoyed as the sister reaches out a hand, her smile friendly "I am Juliette, and this is Jacque."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am KK." She shakes their hand with two of her own, the other two putting her pen and notepad back in her coat pockets. "What brings you to my studio?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm always down to rp, and I actually have the time to now.*
*Would you pick characters please, I don't feel like picking. I'm sorry.*
*Don't be sorry, The Brand and Samaritan if you would.*
Sparrow is having a smoke out in front of the tavern, looking to the cloudy sky, tapping the cherry of his infernal cigarette occasionally. He has his gloves, as well as his ring on, Rosemary at his side like always, his hat on the chair next to him as his hair blows in the soft breeze.
Geralt is standing outside of the restaurant, staring into the middle distance, that strange mix of love and hate in his eyes once more. The broken sword dangles from the chain, his arms limp, the blade seeming to flicker with some kind of heat, like hellfire.
The Brand walks out from the town, heading for the tavern. "Hello again." He nods.
Samaritan walks up beside him, smoking a cigar "You okay?"
He sighs, blowing smoke into the air before holding up one for them "We ain't friends, but I got one ta spare." He continues to look into the distance.
His head tilts before twisting towards them, a mad grin on their face, their eyes burning with hellfire "I'm sorry, Geralt isn't in right now, call back another time." They cackle.
"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
She is silent for a moment, her smile dropping. "Evil? No, not really- not to my knowledge, anyway. Unless making art is evil now, which would certainly be a shame." The mannequins continue to silently observe.
The sister slaps the brother on the back of the head, to watch he groans "Told you they weren't evil. You never listen do you?" The brother just holds his head, annoyed as the sister reaches out a hand, her smile friendly "I am Juliette, and this is Jacque."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am KK." She shakes their hand with two of her own, the other two putting her pen and notepad back in her coat pockets. "What brings you to my studio?"
"Nothing but curiosity really, but the pleasure is all ours. We apologize for assuming that you may have been evil." The brother annoyingly grumbles an apology, the brother bowing and the sister curtsying in apology.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
"Unless ya want a bullet where ya brain used ta be, I'd cut it on the barbs fer now." He says, chuckling back, he can take a joke, putting away the spare cig "Do ya know my sisters by chance?"
"Oh I can't do that, or really, I can and just don't want to. And don't try to exorcise me or anything, unless you want Geralt gone too!" He continues to cackle, looking into their eyes as Geralt's orange hair bursts into flames.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She is silent for a moment, her smile dropping. "Evil? No, not really- not to my knowledge, anyway. Unless making art is evil now, which would certainly be a shame." The mannequins continue to silently observe.
The sister slaps the brother on the back of the head, to watch he groans "Told you they weren't evil. You never listen do you?" The brother just holds his head, annoyed as the sister reaches out a hand, her smile friendly "I am Juliette, and this is Jacque."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am KK." She shakes their hand with two of her own, the other two putting her pen and notepad back in her coat pockets. "What brings you to my studio?"
"Nothing but curiosity really, but the pleasure is all ours. We apologize for assuming that you may have been evil." The brother annoyingly grumbles an apology, the brother bowing and the sister curtsying in apology.
"Oh, don't worry, it's all fine- you aren't the first, actually. Making animated mannequins with more limbs than usual isn't something often associated with good guys." She chuckles a bit to herself.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh, don't worry, it's all fine- you aren't the first, actually. Making animated mannequins with more limbs than usual isn't something often associated with good guys." She chuckles a bit to herself.
They both laugh, comforted by the sense of humor "They are very beautiful though, simply equally terrifying to witness wandering through the woods." The brother says, the sister crossing their arms across their chest and nodding.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Good to meet you too, Darius. She, the bunny woman, is pretty, but she bears a ring. Her partner is very lucky, I would say." He takes a bite of his meal.
*You want to continue? Okay.*
He sighs, leaning back against the step, petting his companion's head "Unfortunate for some I suppose, but whoever earned that place must be fortunate indeed."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Would you pick characters please, I don't feel like picking. I'm sorry.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She is silent for a moment, her smile dropping. "Evil? No, not really- not to my knowledge, anyway. Unless making art is evil now, which would certainly be a shame." The mannequins continue to silently observe.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Don't be sorry, The Brand and Samaritan if you would.*
Sparrow is having a smoke out in front of the tavern, looking to the cloudy sky, tapping the cherry of his infernal cigarette occasionally. He has his gloves, as well as his ring on, Rosemary at his side like always, his hat on the chair next to him as his hair blows in the soft breeze.
Geralt is standing outside of the restaurant, staring into the middle distance, that strange mix of love and hate in his eyes once more. The broken sword dangles from the chain, his arms limp, the blade seeming to flicker with some kind of heat, like hellfire.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The sister slaps the brother on the back of the head, to watch he groans "Told you they weren't evil. You never listen do you?" The brother just holds his head, annoyed as the sister reaches out a hand, her smile friendly "I am Juliette, and this is Jacque."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The Brand walks out from the town, heading for the tavern. "Hello again." He nods.
Samaritan walks up beside him, smoking a cigar "You okay?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(sure :> )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He sighs, blowing smoke into the air before holding up one for them "We ain't friends, but I got one ta spare." He continues to look into the distance.
His head tilts before twisting towards them, a mad grin on their face, their eyes burning with hellfire "I'm sorry, Geralt isn't in right now, call back another time." They cackle.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am KK." She shakes their hand with two of her own, the other two putting her pen and notepad back in her coat pockets. "What brings you to my studio?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Who do ya want.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Nothing but curiosity really, but the pleasure is all ours. We apologize for assuming that you may have been evil." The brother annoyingly grumbles an apology, the brother bowing and the sister curtsying in apology.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Unless ya want a bullet where ya brain used ta be, I'd cut it on the barbs fer now." He says, chuckling back, he can take a joke, putting away the spare cig "Do ya know my sisters by chance?"
"Oh I can't do that, or really, I can and just don't want to. And don't try to exorcise me or anything, unless you want Geralt gone too!" He continues to cackle, looking into their eyes as Geralt's orange hair bursts into flames.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Oh, don't worry, it's all fine- you aren't the first, actually. Making animated mannequins with more limbs than usual isn't something often associated with good guys." She chuckles a bit to herself.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(xan?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(hi Yvonne)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
They both laugh, comforted by the sense of humor "They are very beautiful though, simply equally terrifying to witness wandering through the woods." The brother says, the sister crossing their arms across their chest and nodding.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh hey Salem, good to see ya :3*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*You want to continue? Okay.*
He sighs, leaning back against the step, petting his companion's head "Unfortunate for some I suppose, but whoever earned that place must be fortunate indeed."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)